I have no idea what to write about,
There's no getting rid of this writer's block,
When this happens I want to scream and shout,
The surrounding worlds seems to look and mock,
Where is the inspiration that I need?
With this wonderful world that is just ours,
Surely I should find something, Love? Hope? Greed?
I could go on for hours and hours,
But no, within the confines of my mind,
The beauty I could describe escapes me,
So should I just leave this poem behind?
Or just wait for my pen to hear my plee?
But now I think the reasons for my thwart,
Is because my restrictions come up short.